I turned to the dark side


I hold my hands up, I have turned to the dark side.
I have embraced flat shoes and the freedom to lounge around in comfy joggers when no one is looking because, well because I can’t bear the thought of buying clothes that make me feel more overweight than I actually am.
And I don’t like it one bit.

I don’t want to be a slummy mummy. I don’t want to be that person who has a two-faced wardrobe – one side containing what I can wear now, the other containing the stuff I dream of being able to fit in one day.
And don’t anybody comment on here telling me it’s madness to have a can’t-quite-fit-into-it section in my wardrobe – I KNOW! I know, I know, I know.

I sometime rifle through my BB clothes (Before Babies) and moon over that killer dress I used to adore, or the expensive jeans I can barely get over my thighs let alone do up.
It just makes me more miserable and I end up comforting myself with a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit. Or two.

As I’ve said before, I am not going to be that person any more.

I don’t want a wardrobe stuffed with hardly-worn gorgeous clothes that fit me perfectly before I bore two children but now sit there as some grim reminder of what I used to be and what I am most definitely not now.
Shoes as well. I have some shoes in there that Sarah Jessica Parker herself would covet and I can no longer squeeze my chubby little feet into them.
OK, so they’re not chubby but they’re certainly bigger. Putting weight on your feet! No one tells you that when you’re skipping around all delighted that you’re going to have a baby.
How many of you are nodding your heads in recognition?

So I am attempting to change.
Baby steps.
First I am concentrating on getting my food intake right.
Next I will try to increase my activity levels.
And if I can do that with Christmas on the horizon, I’ll be laughing.

Oh and by the way, those aren’t THE shoes I own that I can’t get in to. Clearly it would be madness to own a pair of shoes that cost £1,945, what with me being a mother with commitments and all . . .
No no, mine cost a 40th of that (yes I worked it out)!

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